This morning, I left the house early in hopes of having the car inspected at Lorenzutti Motors in downtown Brooklyn. I figured I have a better chance with them, as they’re the folks who have taken care of the car for years now. The more and more Tobyjoe and I thought about our meeting with Two Guys on McGuinness Boulevard, the more and more we felt we didn’t receive an honest assessment. I want a second opinion, to put it simply. I refuse to believe that this car is unacceptable especially considering the number of total rust machines driving along the streets of New York City.
Lorenzutti must be closed for Presidents Day. I drove over there for nothing.
I was thinking about myself on the drive back. I was thinking about the number of times I have had this idea or desire to change my life and do something entirely new for a change. I do it all the time; so much so, I’m starting to even doubt myself. But the other day after listening to this guy try and wheel and deal us, I suddenly had a mind to sign up to learn how to fix cars.
Today, before I could tell myself this is just another fleeting idea whose passion will soon be deflated by time and yet another passionate idea, I signed up at The Apex Technical School. Now, I know I don’t have the money to pay for evening classes to learn how to become an auto mechanic. I also understand that becoming a mechanic isn’t typically a career for a woman. But I did it anyway. I keep telling myself that learning how to fix a car could be beneficial. This is one profession where ageism doesn’t play a major part in getting a job. After all, we all know that an older female graphic designer will have a harder time finding a job than one in her late 20s, early 30s. And anyone who tells me otherwise is fooling themselves and me. I could become the ugliest, fat chick car mechanic. People would probably grow to trust me even more. heh
That’s what I did today. I signed up to find out a little more about becoming an auto mechanic. A girl can have daily dreams, right?